Why is it when my husband and I have a big row and I "over-react" the very next day I get my period and he thinks "Ha, that's why she was like a lunatic, I am not a dickhead at all" and I fucking hate that because I know he is a little bit right but still a fucking dickhead for even thinking that!! ( I know how his brain works)
Why is it when someone dies some people have to be assholes and try to measure each others grief and be all assholey about it. And become really really selfish and hurt my husband. I want to kill the fuckers but I won't. I will shut my mouth and simmer.
Why is it when your feeling really shit and the person you want to help is feeling even more shit and they have more reason to feel shit than I do, so you have to shut your gob and simmer.
Why the fuck is it, that the friend you need most lives the furthest away from you.
Why is it, my eldest son/child turned 14 last month and he still kisses me or his Dad every morning outside school without a care of who sees him. He is growing up so fast and becoming very wise as he gets older with a lot of common sense. There have been a few occasions lately were I have taken his advice on matters.
Why is it, my 12yr old daughter that is so beautiful, talented, brainy, funny, kind, loving, giving and compassionate, yet not be as super confident as some of her friends. Although some of her friends are so full of themselves its a bit much and I wouldn't like either. See, there is no pleasing me.
Why is it my 9yr old boy's skin is still so smooth and his smell is delicious and he makes me laugh so much with his wit. Last week he climbed up onto my knee and fell asleep in my arms, that hasn't happen in years and I loved it, although I didn't complain when my husband carried him up the stairs to bed as my arms were numb.
Why is my baby growing up so fast. She turned 2 last Friday and big celebrations were had. We had a bouncing castle and slide, a Mickey Mouse cake, Peppa Pig decorations and 27 kids. Yes I did say 27 other kids in my house. My 2yr old is so clever, she can talk in full sentences, count to 10, recognizes shapes, sings songs and now has learned the art of telling Mammy everything the other kids do.
Yay, I have a new informer, the 9yr old has been the very best informer so far and has managed to drive his older siblings mental with the telling of tales. He is an excellent squealer, as they call him. However, he is now getting a taste of his own medicine as she, the 2yr old, tell me all the bold things he does or says. hehehe.
Why is it I feel better after writing all that down.
Anyway, I don't have any answers to why life is as it is. It just is.
Rant, over and out.
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6 comments:
Hi J.
Glad to see you back writing. I have been thinking about you since your last post about your Father in law. I have to agree with you about the whole hormone thing. I rarely get so frustrated and angry that I cry. When I do cry it is usually well justified but also because my period is due. I feel like as the tears roll down my face my hubby is mentally working out where I am in my cycle and that drives me mad. It feels like it belittles how I am feeling at that moment in time. A good friend if mine has a great theory. She says that she doesn't get irrationally moody when she is hormonal. She just won't tolerate her husbands inadequacies so easily! She makes me feel normal!
G
I just love Gina's comment!! :) I'm glad you felt better after the rant. It always helps me to put things on paper or computer screen. I'm glad to see you're posting again. I just love your rants!! :)
~ Wendy
http://Crickleberrycottage.blogspot.com/
Hahaha Gina, I love your friends theory!!
Wendy you are so right, there is nothing better than letting it all out!!
Aw babe, I'm so glad you got to rant. And I'm happy that things sound like they're back to normal lol. Talk soon. Love Baz xx
Thoroughly enjoyed that rant - more more!
boliath xx
Despite the ranting, you have a few things on your list that you must be so thankful for. Great rant, tho sugar. Hope you feel better!
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